“I told you; my name is good with some important people.”
“So if you had access to all of this, why are you working that job?”
He looked at the drugs, “Because I was done with this shit. I wanted to be a role model for y’all and show y’all what work ethics looked like.”
“Well…you still kinda are showing us. We love you and appreciate you for never leaving no matter how hard it got.”
“I’ll lay down my life behind you girls. Promise me that you will let nothing, and no one, come between you and your sisters, especially not this shit,” he pointed as Diamond shook her head.
“Never.”
“Never say never, I lost my brother behind this shit.”
“He’s not lost, you just stubborn,” she shot back before he threw his hands up and playfully threw jabs. He was her best friend and role model, she meant that.
9
Farrah hated the southside where her mother lived. The streets were dull out there, they didn’t sparkle or pretend, it was fucked up for real. Buildings stayed boarded or burned down, the air smelled like grease and old heat.
Her mother’s house looked like every other house on the block, peeling paint, loose screen door, and music that always too damn loud for Farrah’s liking. Though she loved her mother and siblings, she was thankful she was her father’s only child. She had a sister that was damn near her twin because her mother got pregnant immediately after she gave birth to Farrah. Felicia was ghetto and her sister was, too. Her brother ran the streets like he was an adult at fifteen, there was no structure at Felicia’s house. The apple didn’t fall too far from the tree with Farrah, she was just a little bougie with hers.
“Daughterrrrr!” Felicia yelled as soon as Farrah turned her key and opened the door.
Felicia was one of those mothers that never got old, she still dressed and acted young.
“Hey, Ma,” Farrah hit the alarm on her car before walking over to hug her mother.
“Sisterrrrrr!” Pooh, her sister, yelled while walking into the living room.
“Hey, sisterrr!”
“Ouuuu, you got the big suitcase, that mean you brought me some new drip from your closet!”
“You know I did!”
The sisters disappeared to Pooh’s bedroom where Farrah slept when she came over to her mother’s three-bedroom apartment.
“Sooooo, what’s been going on in rich land?” Pooh asked as they flopped down on the bed.
Farrah didn’t even know where to start, Cam was acting weird, and something told her Diamond was the reason. She hated that girl ever since prom day, she knew she was fucking Cam and Farrah was dragging her ass to whoever would listen.
“Girl. Cam acting funny because he been hanging around with this lil dusty bitch. Me and her had a little run-in on prom night.”
“Why you didn’t say nothing and I was out there? I would’ve beat her ass.”
“I didn’t want to ruin the moment, but you can spend next weekend at my house, and we can go outside. We’ll run into her weak ass.”
“Bet. We gotta go outside tonight, you know I get to flex when you come around.”
“Girl bye,” Farrah laughed.
“I’m for real, you know everybody think I got a rich sister.”
Farrah shook her head and grabbed a new Von Dutch mini skirt and halter top from her bag before hopping in the shower. She was ready to go outside and have some fun. Cam had her head gone, he was all she thought about. The way he looked atDiamond that day plagued her mind, she couldn’t understand what he liked about her. Sure, she was pretty as hell and had a banging ass shape, but she was dirty and poor. On top of that, Diamond had no car and her mother did drugs, so what did he like about her?
“Okayyyy!” Felicia yelled as Farrah walked to the living room.
“See what I’m saying? My rich sister! Can I driveeeee?”
